Token.
Dr Peter & Ruth Mueller.
If Jim is a gem you are the jeweler.
I took a trip through Vietnam.
First the bullets then a bomb.
Turned my soul cold as stone.
Made it back but had no home.
Avoided everyone lived alone.
Surviving as a vacant clone.
The tunnels light a distant glow.
No direction or where to go.
No emotions, no shedding tears.
Got no help for many years.
Tried to keep on looking up.
Searching for that illusive cup.
Just half empty not half full.
I felt no push and got no pull.
Friendly help one lucky day.
To DR Mueller’s I made my way.
I was broken and could not pay.
Thanks is what I am trying to say.
Getting better every which way.
Home at last and hear to stay.
I used to think I knew it all.
Hiding behind my virtual wall.
I thought I did is all it is.
And now I’m standing tall.
Of my past not living there.
Tomorrows promises not a care.
Today’s the day that pleases me.
The air I breathe and all I see.
Loving it like the last to be.
The war is over and I am free.
Jim Raab.
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